L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Submission
Victory Conditions: Submission, knockout, count out, or disqualification.

Rina’s phone was wedged between her shoulder and cheek as she tightened the laces on her boots, sitting cross-legged on the locker room bench. Her ring gear shimmered faintly under the flickering fluorescent lights, freshly cleaned, like she was trying to convince herself she belonged in it. Funny how much she suddenly cared about looking the part. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d given this much of a damn.

"I’m busy tonight," she said flatly, eyes flicking to the mirror as she smoothed a stray strand of hair back into place.

The voice on the other end gave a laugh somewhere between a snort and a scoff. "Busy? You mean hiding again?"

Rina rolled her eyes so hard it nearly hurt. "I’m not hiding, I’m doing personal shit."

"Personal shit? What personal shit? You don’t do anything on your own, runt. Wait a sec… is this tampon stuff? You get one lodged or something?"

"What?! Ew, fucking gross, Brick!" she barked, fumbling with her knee pad. "What even the fuck are you talking about?"

"Personal shit," he repeated, deadpan. "Like you said, idiot."

"Do the world a favor and die," she shot back.

"Can’t. Too hot to die."

That earned him a reluctant grin. Rina stood and stretched, rolling her shoulders until the tension cracked. "You’d be the first one dead in a slasher flick, you know that? You’d go outside to piss on a wall and get your head chopped clean off."

"Oh, so that makes you the virgin who lives?"

"Fuck you," she hissed, jamming the last strap of her pad into place. "Gotta go do my stuff now, buh-bye."

"Yo, seriously, Rina-"

Beep

She hung up mid-sentence and let out a small, satisfied snort. Tossing her phone into her gym bag, she caught her reflection again, a half-smirk, sharp eyes, nerves hidden under a layer of fake confidence.

"He’s so damn dumb sometimes," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. But deep down, she knew Callum’s timing was almost perfect. It was easier to argue with him than to think too long about what she was about to do.

She stood there quietly, taking a deep breath, absorbing the moment. She hadn’t told any of them, not Callum, not Zui, none of the gang knew that she’d managed to get booked tonight. They didn’t ever watch the program on their own, would never bother, so she ws pretty sure she ws in the clear. If tonight went poorly, they’d be none the wiser, and if she kicked ass, she’d have a cool video to show them. So for now, it was her secret.

Until she knew if she deserved to brag about it.

Her fingers traced along her wrist of her gloves before tightening the last bit. "Alright, Little Fang… let's make some noise and wreck some bitches," she murmured, straightening up as the backstage runner called her name.

The lights dimmed. The music hit.
Tonight, it was her turn.

TRiDENT - KICKASS

The arena lights pulsed as music blasted through the speakers, a beat loud enough to make the floor tremble. The curtain flew open and out

came, all swagger and shine, throwing her arms wide like the entire crowd had shown up just for her.

"Yeah, that’s right!" she shouted over the music, pointing out into the sea of faces with a grin that was way too confident for someone still climbing the ranks. She strutted down the ramp, hips swaying, slapping a few outstretched hands like a rockstar soaking in her spotlight. Every step was exaggerated, every smirk deliberate. Rina was playing the part of a star, and tonight, she was determined to make everyone believe it, even if nobody had a clue who she was.

At ringside, she climbed up onto the apron, pausing to flash a wink toward the nearest camera. Then she leaned forward against the top rope, mouthing something cocky the microphone couldn’t quite catch before flipping her hair back and slipping into the ring.

She strutted across the mat like she owned it, boots echoing with each step. Then, on the far side, she stopped and leaned lazily against the ropes, arms folded under her chest, a smug grin plastered on her face.

Spoiler

To say that Joy's LAW career hadn't gotten off to a great start was an understatement. Humiliation after humiliation in hentai matches. Tonight, she knew that would all change. A simple submission match against a newbie... perfect. Joy had been working on her submission game for months, and tonight was the perfect chance to show off her work.

As Joy's music hit the speakers, she quickly made her way to the ring, earning a mix of cheers and boos as she had become a known jobber. "They'll cheer after tonight!" she thought to herself. Joy slid into the ring, took her corner, and gave Rina a thumbs up. "I just hate to spoil a debut, but alas, I have no choice!" Joy said with a playful wink. She quickly stretched and the bell rang. "Make the first move, newbie, and make it count... once I get you on the ground you can consider this bout over.!" she said with full confidence, bracing herself in a ready stance as she waited for Rina to open

Rina tilted her head slightly as Joy slid into the ring, watching the other woman with a look that hovered somewhere between curious and unimpressed. Those who were actually cheering in the crowd might have been buzzing for Joy’s confidence, but Rina’s expression said it all, she wasn’t buying the hype.

When Joy gave her that big thumbs-up and started in on her cheerful little speech, Rina blinked once… twice… then scrunched her face like she’d just bitten into a lemon. She idly scratched her cheek as Joy declared her big plans. The longer it went on, the more Rina’s brow knit together, not because she was scared, but because she genuinely couldn’t figure out where all that confidence was coming from.

A small puff of air escaped her nose as she straightened, her shoulders squaring a bit like a cat trying to look bigger. Somewhere in her head she decided that maybe she wasn’t selling her own intimidation enough.

When Joy finally finished, Rina exhaled a sharp sigh, rolling her eyes before pressing a balled fist into her open palm. She tried to crack her knuckles... nothing. Not even a pop. She glanced down at her hands for half a second and muttered under her breath.

"Cool," she deadpanned. Then she looked up, a smirk creeping back into place. "Well, you’ll need to get me on the ground first… which isn’t happening."

The bell rang.

Rina’s stance snapped up immediately, fists raised, shoulders tight, that earlier looseness replaced by focused energy. There was no wrestling pose or dramatic flourish; this was a girl who clearly wanted to fight. She started forward, each step measured, testing the space between them. For all her bravado, there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, a quick, nagging thought of how good is this girl really? But the moment her boot hit center ring, that doubt vanished under instinct.

"Maybe I'll just knock your head off, how's that?!" Rina lunged, closing the distance in one burst. Her right arm drew back, body twisting into the motion before she let it fly, a big, wild haymaker aimed square at Joy’s jaw, a punch loaded with all the fire and swagger of someone determined to prove they belonged here, ready or not.

Joy smirked at the seriousness of her opponent. Icy seemingly wasn't enough to describe Rina. She clearly wasn't interested in banter, looking at Joy as she rolled her eyes, almost in disgust. "I've seen girls like you before, so much attitude... and for what? Undeserved bravado. This'll be fun-" Joy managed to get out before Rina lunged, closing the distance in an extremely fast burst.

The punch came so quickly that Joy had barely registered it, her eyes going wide in surprise. The next moment, the fiery punch landed square on her jaw as she fell (more like flew) backward, slamming hard against the mat, seeing stars. Her head throbbed as she clenched her teeth. "You arrogant, cold little...." She mutttered under her breath, trying to shake off the cobwebs in her mind and get up slowly, at Rina's mercy to begin the match

Rina’s fist connected with a sharp, satisfying crack, the sound cutting through the air like a gunshot. The impact jolted up her arm, and she watched with a flicker of surprise as Joy practically lifted off her feet, the punch sending her crashing to the mat in a heap. The crowd’s gasp hit a beat late, following the thud of Joy’s body hitting the canvas.

Rina straightened up, exhaling through her nose as she gave her hand a little shake. The sting tingled pleasantly in her knuckles, and she flexed her fingers before curling them into a tight fist again. Her lips twisted into a cocky smirk.

"Tch… You're not so tough." she snorted, rolling her shoulders as she started to approach the downed girl. Her earlier nerves started to dissolve as confidence flooded in. That had been a good shot. Was it lucky? She didn’t know or care. She just knew she could knock this girl down, and that was all she needed to get her head in the game.

When Joy started to stir, Rina crouched and grabbed a fistful of her opponent’s pink hair, yanking her up with little concern for grace or comfort. "Don't worry Pinkie, I got you... Here we go..."

She dragged the dazed Joy closer, pulling her nearly shoulder to shoulder before her free hand snapped forward, aiming to bury another bunch deep into Joy’s belly. If the blow landed flush, she’d do her best to keep hold of the other girl, make sure she was standing.

Joy was in a bad spot. This match was proving to be brutal, and even on her best days, she didn't have the strength, nor force to contend with someone like Rina, who looked absolutely dominant in her young career. Joy was pressed against the mat, her attempt at refocusing was... unsuccessful to say the least, pain coursing through her.

Joy's hair was yanked roughly up as she began to stir, her arms dangling as she grabbed weakly at Rina's arm. "C-Can't... h-hurts...." she mumbled as she was dragged closer. Rina landed another bunch deep against her poor belly, causing the pinkette to open her mouth wide, gasping as the air was knocked painfully out of her. This match at quickly become a nightmare for Joy at the hands of the rookie as she was held up, completely helpless, able to do little more than attempt to catch her breath as her belly ached, trying to reject every breath.

Joy folded after an unprotected shot to her stomach leaving Rina to be the one to carry her weight. The young upstart rookie snickered as she held the pink haired woman gasping in her arms, feeling just how much she trembled from her blows. It was an empowering feeling, once she had managed to brace herself well enough to ensure that added weight didn't drag her down.

Without hesitation further, Rina slipped in beside her and snaked an arm around her waist, drawing her close in a possessive, controlling half-hug that made clear who was in charge. Before Joy could so much as straighten, Rina’s free hand reached across the other woman’s bent frame, seizing her far arm and dragging it up and over her own thigh. The movement forced Joy’s body into an awkward lean, her ribs already straining as Rina locked her grip tight. She laced her fingers together at Joy’s side, her stance wide and grounded, ensuring there was no escape once the hold fully took shape.

Rina planted her boot firmly into the canvas, straightened her back, and pivoted her hips outward, dragging Joy upright into a painful arch. The motion twisted Joy’s spine and abdomen in opposite directions, the tension rippling through her torso like a taut bowstring. The spectators could see it, the way Joy’s stomach flexed and her chest expanded as the hold bit deeper, her body stretched helplessly across Rina’s side in an abdominal stretch.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Rina’s lips as she leaned back, her own body forming the lever that torqued Joy’s even further. Her hip became the cruel centerpiece of the hold, bending Joy over it while she wrenched back on her opponent’s captured arm and waist. Joy’s face turned skyward, her back arched, her free arm flailing as Rina made a deliberate show of the strain she was inflicting. The crowd roared, half in awe, half in sympathy.

Rina dug her heel into the mat to pour on even more pressure, making sure the other girl was snuggly locked in. She reached her free hand down, clapping her palm firmly on one of Joy’s breasts and gave it a squeeze to go along with the hold. “Where is all that tough girl talk now huh?”

Joy was reeling from the pain, some of the worst she had ever felt in a ring. Joy prided herself on her tolerance to pain, but this match was already pushing her limit. As much as matches brought out Joy's enjoyment of both dominating and being dominated, she was in far too much pain to enjoy the brief, possessive half-hug that quickly turned into something far more intense.

Joy's body bent and arched, her abs feeling as though they were on fire as she was held, bent, twisted, and dominated by the powerful Rina. Joy admired the girl's strength, technique, and confidence, though she was in far too much pain to make it known as she yelled out, flailing her arms, desperately trying to find a way back in the match. An impressed crowd looked on at the mockery in front of them, a clear scheduling mismatch, or simply a tune up game for Rina in her young career. "A-Ahhhh! R-Rina, s-so... powerful!" Joy stuttered, squirming, flailing, begging for a break from the pressure on her body. Joy had been through many matches in her career, fought several champions, befriended several champions... and she knew in the midst of her pain, she was staring at a future champion. Joy remained helpless, her body on fire, not wanting to tap so early in the match, but struggling mightily to hold on even in the opening minutes, still helplessly at Rina's mercy!

Rina had Joy bent and twisted in her grip like she was wringing out a towel, her arm hooked under and around the pinkette’s body as she pulled hard on the abdominal stretch. The smaller girl’s torso arched beautifully under the pressure, every strained line of muscle standing out against her soft pink skin. Rina’s grin was wide, cocky, predatory, the sound of Joy’s breathless whimpers only fueling her satisfaction as she groped her with apparent impunity.

"Aww, what’s the matter? That big ol’ smile of yours gone already?" she teased, her voice laced with faux sympathy that only made the crowd react louder. She jerked the hold tighter, wrenching Joy’s midsection again just to hear that sharp cry burst out of her. "C’mon, idiot, I thought you were supposed to be all sunshine and sparkle! Where’s that happy energy now, huh?"

Her laughter rang out, low and cruel, as she shifted her hips to add a new angle of pain. Rina’s body pressed tight against Joy’s, her toned frame working every inch of the stretch until Joy could barely breathe. Then, through the tension and the noise, she heard it. That faint, trembling voice between gasps.

“C-Can’t... h-hurts…”

And then, something else. Joy’s voice cracked, but she managed it: a stammered, pitiful praise. That she was strong.

Rina’s brow arched, her expression changing in an instant. The hold eased, just a little, enough that Joy could draw air again, though not enough to break free. Her grip loosened to something almost casual, more like a smug embrace than a hold.

"Oh?" Rina purred with audible interest, tilting her head so her bangs framed her grin. "Strong, huh? Yeah… yeah, I am strong." She gave a self-satisfied laugh, lifting her chin as if basking in the compliment. The rookie’s ego practically radiated off her now, her smirk sharp and gleaming.

"Go on then, say more." She leaned close, breath brushing Joy’s ear. "You’re finally starting to make sense, so let’s hear the rest. What else am I, huh? Tough? Amazing? Gorgeous?"

She gave a light wrench of the hold again, not to hurt this time, just to remind Joy that she could, before relaxing it once more, savoring the sound of the girl’s pained breathing. "C’mon, Pinkie," she taunted sweetly, "if you’re gonna get your ass beat by me, gimme some more compliments."

Joy's body was on fire. Pain, so much burning pain inflicted by the incredibly skilled rookie. Finally, Joy felt the crushing hold ease up... just enough so that she could take a breath as she gasped, taking rapid breaths in the arms of her insanely fit opponent. Joy finally had time to admire the pure confidence that Rina radiated as the Japanese girl laughed, her face nearly looking like a triumphant trading card shot.

Joy looked wretched as Rina tightened the hold just enough to let the pinkette know she was merely a toy in this match, Rina's warm breath making Joy's head swim as she panted to catch her breath. "A-Ahh... hah... you're... more than tough. You could... be champion one day! Dominant, skillful, the body of an Olympian and... just as beautiful as you are talented!" Joy managed to yell while she had breath, her arms flailing uselessly in Rina's grip. At this point, the crowd was enjoying seeing such a talented rookie as Joy struggled, fighting herself not to tap out. "Y-you have the body of a goddess!" She yelled finally, unable to do anything but exactly what her dominant opponent wanted her to do, though she more than believed her own words, impressed by the raw talent on display as a veteran who had wrestled many opponents in her career.